One day stood the ships in space, stillOther space ships, though small, still search for any sign of life among the ashes of the warlights and sirens still erupt from the abandoned pieces of blown pieces of metalMany were caught in the middle of the battle field and were blown to bits without knowing what hit them, without knowing what to doLost and panicking, people crowded into the escape pods right into the murder's hands right after the bombThreatening to kill them all if he did not have his wayAnd one by one, millions were killed and none survivedHe never got his way, neverStill to this day, remembered as a curse, no one plans to go out too deep into spaceBut still looking for any of those who might have survived on other planets, scouting the area of the graveyardOpen and empty, what else would happen?